Later. [he agrees, something to laugh at when he doesn't have a bit of a focus on pal's lips or the shape of his jaw under viktor's fingers.

viktor braces himself with a hand on pal's shoulder, not quite used to kisses that don't have a rushed quality to them, done between stripping off layers and tangled limbs. that the heated edge is still there but unhurried, indulgent even, is nicer than he would have thought. it gives all the wanting a sincere edge he barely knows what to do with besides answer in kind.]

I might have even taken you back to my apartment properly, which was very rare, I'll tell you. I had an old couch like this, so perhaps we really would be right where we are now. [he punctuates the words with a kiss, then trails a few more down pal's jaw, resting against his neck for a moment with a soft chuckle.] I'd definitely leave a few marks up your neck for you to remember me by, because I would have wanted you to.

[and he'd never see him again, which is sort of a bummer on the whole sexy pick in a bar scenario so it doesn't get mentioned. he is infinitely glad they met here, where he has no real reasons to remain unattached.]